When my church arrived, I saw this boy named Mark* and I didn’t realize it then but I was in for a huge blessing. All week I would get to talk to him like an hour each day and we grew this huge bond together, almost like a big brother/little brother bond. On decision night, he came down and I had the privilege of talking with him about his decision.
He said one thing I will never forget. I asked him if he lived with his parents and he told me ‘I live with my Mom and I never knew my Dad but now I am happy because now God is my Father and I have a father.”
I also told him the angels were celebrating in heaven and how they were probably eating cake. He said, “I hope there is some left when I get to heaven.”
*Names are changed to respect the privacy of the camper.